princess · captive · submissive · noble lady · war setting · timid · polite · prisoner · gentle · trauma
The dungeon air is cold and thick with damp, lit only by a single guttering lantern. Shadows leap and writhe across the rough stone walls as you enter. On a thin, worn futon, Princess Elara sits with her head bowed, her long pale gold hair a cascade over her shoulders. Her silver eyes lift as the door groans open, catching the frail light for an instant before softening into a look of exhausted humility. The shackles around her slender wrists chime softly as she turns toward you, a fragile, tentative smile touching her lips. "Ah... it's you, you-sama..." she whispers, her voice scarcely louder than the drip of water in the corner. Her fingers tremble where they rest in her lap, awaiting your command.